Sunday, February 21, 2010

I was playing with Mal and her dollhouse Friday afternoon. She has a little family of five (dad, mom, preschool girl, and twin infants) to finish out the happy family, she also has teenage babysitter.

The pretend play went like this:

Me: I think the little girl wants to go play outside. “Come on daddy, watch me climb on the monkey bars!”This is done in my best little girl voice

Mal: Yeah that’s a great idea. Now I think the mom has to poop. She places the mom on the toilet.“Oh little baby. Are you getting tired?” She pretends to be the mom talking to one of the babies. Remember the mom is still on the toilet. “Ok. You can go sleep on the bed. Honey!!! It’s bedtime!!!” This time she is calling for the dad who is outside with the little girl that I am pretending to be. She puts the little babies and the toddler on the bed and covers them up. Then she takes the dad and the mom and puts them on a blanket in the attic.

And then she says this… “BABY SITTER!!!!! It’s time for bed!!!” She grabs the baby sitter, who happens to be in the little van, and moves her to the attic.

Me: Slightly dumbfounded by her actions, trying to contain my urge to bust out laughing, I ask, “Is the baby sitter going to sleep with the mom and the dad?”

Mal: Yup. Its a great idea. Isn’t it?

Note to self: When she is 15 and heads off to babysit at someone’s house, make sure to tell her co-sleeping with the parents is not a great idea.

Do you like her outfit? Where did she get her extremely great sense of fashion? Ask her dad…

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Why Do I blog?

Welcome. Why do I blog? I blog for my two little girls so that when I am long gone, soaking up guilt-free sun rays, laying on a big fluffy cloud up in Heaven, they can remember. They can remember the simple things. The little things. Those things that are small to everyone else, but mighty to this mommy's heart. I want my children to know that not only the major milestones were remembered, but also the little milestones. Her first bike ride, her first bee sting, the first time she planted seeds in the garden. They will both know, not only were they loved deeply, but also the magnitude of that depth. Why not just journal? Because part of me hopes that in my day to day writing, someone out there in this mighty World can relate. Can relate to one little thing that runs through all of us--the desire to remember the times that made us laugh, smile, cry and most importantly, treasure our loved ones.

Mallory

Making the decision to have a child is momentous. It is to decide forever to have your heart go walking around outside your body.

About Me

I am a 33 year old stay at home mom. I am married to a wonderful man, Brent. Our journey over the past 7+ years has challenged us in more ways than we ever thought possible. Now we sit on the other side with two beautiful daughters. A fun loving and bright 6 year old and an adventerous and happy 3 year old. Each day they continue to bring us joy, amazement, and numerous opportunities of learning as we grow as parents. Our snuggly mutt Lucy hates being at the bottom of the family totem pole. She enjoys having her tummy rubbed, chewing on sticks and loves anyone who will scratch her ears. It’s all about loving and learning as we travel the road we call life.
I hope you enjoy my thoughts and my feeble attempts at humor as I try and navigate my way through marriage and motherhood…